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Burn

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the stoveI'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my noseRed bone naked, in the bed flexin'I say: “bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression”Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PFMan, we living in hell like a deep breathReal niggas with real money, real bitches with fake assesIf she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass herMoney on the table, guns on the tableBitch I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: “let go my ego”And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoeHello I am Tunechi, you had me at “hello”Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like AjaxMan I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecksWe got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay taxI put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple JacksUh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeralBlood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communionWake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone upHer titties fake but they look real, cubic zirconia'sRun up in your house, spare the kids and kill the grown upsYour bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnutsShout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoesI'll still wear that ass out like a wardrobeBitch, what they gon' say?I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch breakBad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snakeI let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burnYeah I let that Kush burnSmoking gasoline, bitchThe booth on fire, I'm in here getting higherYoung Money, bitch we at the top like barbwire

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitchI'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itchUh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'Stayed on the same team like Tim DuncanShit get real, if you scared go to catholic schoolAnd if we want it, straight jack it like a padded roomShoot your ass 100 times and stand over youLil Tunechi so fly, I got arachnophobiaBurn bitch, AK in my firm gripLeap if you feeling like Kermit, sermonsPreach, reach and I'll smoke your ass like CheechI be faded like bleach, double barrel, SiameseI like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like policeFuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goateeMoney talks bitch and mine talks like Robin LeachThat lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask ScreechUh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbellMy girl got a fat cat, I call that shit GarfieldWe'll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbellWe pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmealI'm stuntin', gettin' new moneyTRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, tell ‘emI get better like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenneIn the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bombBOOM!Lil' bitchNiggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout shitNiggas gon' bark, I go Mike VickFuck them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shitSuck a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]Then let that Kush burn, let that Kush burnYeah I let that Kush burnSmoking gasoline, bitchThe booth on fire, I'm in here getting higherHolla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer